As bastard sons of hate

of men

we came to bring

our lies among the pure

we rise to announce

the fall of your lord

we are here to win

We have no mother

we are born

from hate

We have no mother

we are born

So with our lies

well prevail

among men

we are here

to bring disease

We have no mother

we are born

from hate

We have no mother

we are born

We are here

to see falling

all your thruths

we rise to announce

the fall of your lord

under sun

dying sun

we are here to win

All is falling

and the pure

returns to

the side of lie